How to Deal with a Bully

Reconciliation

For the first time in a long time did I come to school, deprived of the mentality of getting humiliated. Nobody snickered about me in class, much less had the courage to make sarcastic comments in front of me. The derisive laughter and obscenities that would so often hunt me like a ghost subsided and I felt at ease. I didn't walk the halls with cockiness. I remained as placid as possible, while maintaining my reputation as the teachers' pet. I didn't make bawdy jests. I didn't smoke cigarettes. I didn't do drugs. I did, however, watch Arsenal. This club, one day, is going to make me succumb to depression. Mark my words.

Mclean's aristocracy as the divine class leader was under series jeopardy. The sense of awe and fear that would so often petrify even the most audacious students dwindled. He was now a student amongst students, rather than a student above students. Ironically, he didn't give me dirty looks of withering contempt. He regarded me as if I didn't exist, a notion I welcomed with no complaint. Strange how a few punches can have such a profound impact. On my part, I didn't do anything that could spark a conflict. When we walked past each other, I'd give him a curt nod and move on, something he didn't reciprocate.

We were sitting in Mr Sebastian's class, fifth period Physics. I was rejuvenated after indulging in a soothing yet sumptuous Japanese tea in recess. Mr Sebastian assigned us to work in groups to solve a problem. I was with Joshua and another guy called Nick. Nick wasn't exactly the most coordinating but I had to work together. We plotted graphs and did sophisticated equations.

Nick decided it was time for a bit of banter.

"So how is Mohammed Ali's apprentice? Does he need anything from his servant?" His eyes twinkled in mockery.

"Yes actually, can you give me that pencil, please." Best way to dismantle a dry joke is to just go with it.

"What would you have me do with it?" He pried innocently but to little effect.

I kept my voice low this time, "Well if I didn't need it, I would have asked you to shove it up your arse."

"Hm, someone is getting a bit livid."

"Livid is too much of a strong adjective for that usage. Its like saying almost impeccable. Now, if you would be kind enough to give me the pencil, please."

He smiled that mischievous smile, "Or what? You're going to kick my arse?"

Joshua was looking between us nervously.

"You would do well not to tempt me, lad. Give me the pencil, now!" I gritted my teeth and uttered every syllable with every ounce of vehemency I could muster.

He smiled, than extended his hand and gave me the pencil. I took it, and smiled coldly and continued working.

The remainder of the lesson Nick pretended he was not part of the group. Fine with me. I didn't have time for this bollocks. I have a task at hand. Want to join in, fine. If not, than sod off.

We managed to complete the task by the skin of our teeth, thanks to Joshua's calibrated ingenious mind.

I was so knackered by the end of school, I could have slept for a century. My phone beeped just then. I unlocked and saw I had a text from Nick:

Hey, mate. I was hoping we could meet at Costa's for a brew. I'd like to discuss something with you. 4:30ish.

Bloody hell, I am tired.

I typed my reply quickly:

Sure thing. 4:30 it is. Please, don't me late, bruv. I am a busy man.

I checked my watch. 3:45. Just enough time to grab a snack. I decided I was going for a salubrious option this time. I bought a tuna sandwich, caesar salad, and a fresh pomegranate from the nearest grocery store. I literally sat twenty meters from the door and ate. I had to assure several shoppers I wasn't homeless.